Saturday, January 17, 2009

Disco Biscuits

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Fans of Disco Biscuits are made of candy. Upon their second show they earn the right to go into the transformation room backstage. In this room candy is pumped into their bodies until their heart becomes sugar in itself. This shit is in the bible. But this shit is only hinted at in the koran.

One girl kept smiling at me. It was creepy. It wasn't a flirty smile. It was a psychotic smile. It was a Joker smile. It was a "I have taken four tabs of ecstasy and cannot stop smiling even though Batman is dead" smile.

About Me

I wrote It Came from Below the Belt, My Heart Said No, But the Camera Crew Said Yes!, Sorry I Ruined Your Orgy, and Rico Slade Will Fucking Kill You. I edit a literary journal called Bust Down the Door and Eat All the Chickens. I like cheese. I am lactose intolerant.